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In My Yard, a Yard Meditation

In my yard, chitter-chatter resounds; grey squirrels ordering me to, leave the pears on the ground for them. I glance slowly upwards, seeing one nearly fall from an electric wire; intuitively, I know he has a sore paw from a piece of broken glass. I watch him half-scurry down the pole to the branch of an awaiting tree. McGuire, a dove born on my AC, zooms by to say “Hello, remember me”? Wings alight upon the current of a spring breeze. Oh, how he does love to show off. I chuckle at his antics as he races past me and zooms eastward. A scuffling among parrot tulips reveals two chipmunks playing chase... “lookout!” I hear a tiny voice in my head. A chuckle erupts from my throat as they scurry up the gutter and back down twice. I hear, “Caw...caw...caw”, from a crow above; “Don’t disturb my babies!” She caws and lands in the aging pin oak. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I tell her in my head and she calms. I breathe in the dulcet scent of damask rose, riding upon a questing breeze. A baby garter snake zooms by my foot; I stop thinking, I don’t want to step on accompanying siblings. The sweep of another full breeze tells me my cherry-vanilla lilies are in bloom. I planted them at the end of the yard to draw ants away from my door; they do their job so well. I settle on a bench beneath a blossoming pear tree; listen to its song upon the air and eyes closed, I revel in brother Sun’s warm breath.

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